Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.